When one was first asked to describe Mello, emotional, determined, impulsive and intelligent come to mind. Other obvious features such as 'hyper-active' and 'mafia boss' also play a huge role in defining the blonde.

Now one of the well known aspects of being in the mafia would defiantly be owning a gun. Reading over the last paragraph and taking out the key words, who in their right mind would give an emotional and hyper-active, impulsive person a dangerous weapon used to wield destruction (mass destruction if Mello was the one holding it.)...ah yes obviously it's getting cramped in the left side of many minds then.

What many people do not know however is that a gun, bomb or dagger are not the most dangerous thing you could give to Mello. No, not even close. There was one thing that Mello needed to cause maximum destruction.

And that thing was coffee.

The first time Matt had been witness to the result of Mello consuming coffee was something he'd never forget. They were ten if he remembered correctly, early one Sunday morning....

'Omg, omg he's gonna do it'

'No way, he'll give in'

'I bet he'll be sick after woods'

A young blonde boy dressed completely in black, stood over a mug sitting on the kitchen counter. He was surrounded by 12 or so orphans all eager to see him fail. Desperately he tried to convince himself that it couldn't be that bad...old people drank it every morning, voluntarily. Positive thoughts quickly flew from his mind as the strong smell of black coffee overtook his senses.

Why had he put his hand up for this???Just because he wanted to seem tough in front of everyone..? Or was it because Near told him his taste pallet was not yet mature enough for the flavour? Seriously, what would he know, Mellos taste buds happened to be VERY mature.

Another wave of the unappetizing aroma drifted towards him. Oh God...what had he gotten himself into?

None the less he grasped the warm mug with both hands and proceeded to down the hot liquid as fast as humanly possible. The bitter taste was stinging his throat and he put a lot of effort in stopping his eyes from watering. Just as he put the mug down, empty, the surrounding children began to clear, it was boring now he'd succeeded, there was nothing to tease about.

Mello cleared the mug away, the taste growing milder. Suddenly he felt rather happy. Really happy, he had just won the challenge hadn't he? He felt a desperate urge in a wave of excitement to go tell Matt, who had the tendency to still be asleep at 6:15.

Bounding up to their shared room and throwing the door open. Mello dived at the bed and proceeded to bounce up and down on the Matt shaped lump, with a steady chant of,

'Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?'

A bleary eyed Matt rose, rubbing his eyes with the insides of his wrists and groaning. Being attacked by a shouting, hyperactive, yellow haired Mello (aka. Terror on two legs), when it was still practically the crack of dawn( at least as far as Matt was concerned), was not a good start to the day.

'What?' he croaked the sleepiness in his voice making his attempt at sounding harsh and annoyed futile.

'Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt. You have to guess.' He said in a tone that resembled exaggerated patience.

Matt moaned a low 'Nooo' before flopping backwards so he was once again lying in a sleeping position.

'Aww, your no fun at all...not at all...'Mello paused and Matt was thankful that he was finally being left alone.

'But that's okay, you don't have to worry, I'll still tell you.' Mello said in a rush, which resulted in Matt covering his eyes with his arm and groaning for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

'Well...'Mello began, and in a string of words that all seemed to merge together due to the fast velocity Mello was speaking a, proceeded to recount to Matt every detail of the morning. This included what colour shirt Lee was wearing and how Jenny wasn't wearing any shoes.

'You seem really sleepy...I know what will wake you up!' and with that Matt was cruelly yanked out of the cool bed, and a bundle of clothes chucked at his head, the blonde, realising Matt was making no attempt to get dressed, decided to help him. Gaining an undignified yelp from Matt he huffed, turning around and started counting backwards from twenty at an alarming rate. Matt had just gotten the shirt over his head as he was pulled into the corridor, downstairs and outside.

The light was burning Matt's eyes and Mello had released his hand and disappeared. What time was it anyway? 6? 7 maybe? Breakfast was at 8, so obviously he normally woke at 5 to. He was shocked from his pondering when he felt a torrent of water come down on his head, completely drenching him. Looking around bewildered he spotted Mello holding an empty bucket and smiling innocently.

'What the hell Mello!!' He yelled, shaking water out of his hair and attempting to wring the bottom of his shirt.

'It woke you up, it did, I can tell, you tail is once more bushy (1)!'

Matt gave the blonde an odd look followed by a glare.

'What is wrong with you today? It's like you were given drugs!'

Mello laughed lightly before shaking his head.

'Don't be stupid Matt, coffee isn't drugs'

'You had coffee?' Matt asked, one eyebrow raised slightly.

'I explained this morning Matt! Weren't you listening?'

Matt vaguely recalled being jumped on and then rambled to.

'Not listening well...'

'Oh um..don't worry I'll tell you again....It started as....

This was how Matts day began and it only got steadily worse. ('Seriously Near, it's not like the dye made your hair a gross pink, you just look kinda like fairy floss on a stick')

Needless to say, years later when Mello brought home an espresso machine to their shared apartment Matt was already envisaging the trauma to be caused.

Mello was confused as to Matts aversion to the coffee machine, he was also confused why the following morning, it was found crushed on the footpath just below their window...and why did he have a sneaky feeling these two things were related?

Most people would already know this but i was referring to the expression 'bright eyed and bushy tailed', meaning very awake and ready to go.

I really had no idea what I was doing when I wrote this....probably why it's so sucky (sorry).

Tarqui